By His Wounds We Are Healed 가사

It was the Third Hour, around 9 in the morning The Sun was now blazing in the sky to the east An innocent man reached the place of His execution Tapered iron spikes pierced His hands and His feet They have pierced my hands and my feet They have numbered all my bones Surely He took up our pain And bore our suffering We considered Him punished by God Stricken by Him, and afflicted But He was pierced for our transgressions He was crushed for our iniquities The punishment that brought us peace was on Him And by His wounds we are healed! It was the Sixth Hour, around noon on that day The sky now darkened, for three hours it had stayed He pardons the Good Thief, gives Mary in the care of John I thirst, He cried, but only bitterness He found They have pierced my hands and my feet They have numbered all my bones But He was pierced for our transgressions He was crushed for our iniquities The punishment that brought us peace was on Him And by His wounds we are healed! We all, like sheep, have gone astray Each of us has turned to our own way And the Lord has lain upon Him The iniquity of us all Of us all! Of us all! Of us all!